[At the offer of tea, Fenton has to hold back a groan. Seems that's what everyone drank here, as he was constantly being offered tea. Not that he had anything against tea. It just seemed to be the default, go-to drink. Well, tea is supposed to be soothing, so he gets it, he really does. Sighing, he dragged a hand through his hair feathers.]

Sorry. Sorry, Lydia. I don't know what's wrong. I just can't stop thinking about TV for some reason. Maybe I DO need to take a break. Joining you for some tea sounds lovely.